September 22, 2009


I stand alone on this bridge,
Waiting for this lightning to strike.
To find you walking with someone else,
To see you sharing your smiles with everybody else.

I wonder if you can hear me moan,
Writhing inside with this pain of letting you go.
Oh! Baby, Don’t you see.?
I am dying a little inside everyday.
I wonder whats left of me..

Our sweet whispers lay scattered on my pillow,
My memory slowly turning into a dark hollow.
With my soul tearing apart,
I close my eyes and open them back,
To discover my blue skies turned grey with your depart.

My mind turned into an eroding barren land,
My sanity extinguished with a gushing wind.
The wind just passes by,
And it tells me you seem to enjoy your every moment going around hand in hand.

I wish I could revert the wind,
back to you,
To let you know,
I am going through hell,
Thinking about you with somebody else.

I wish I could revert the wind,
And let you know I miss your sweet talks,
Our vision for that future I used to stock
Our stolen moments of joy.

I wish you could see...
Of whats left of me..!


  1. Hi Dude ! I am from Nagpur ! what happened ? U from Nagpur too kya ?

  2. dude? Nagpur? comments come here duh!!

    nice poem rashmiji but i hope u write about something else than broken love too...something new!

  3. A very good write up... But I agree with Abhrajit, why don't you try your hand at writing something different??

  4. And where does Nagpur come in to this?? I mean, why here?? Duh!

  5. @ Dev...hunh..???

    @ Aarthi and Abhri..

    well I have been told this by so many people..But i realised that this is what i derive my inspirtion from..
    not that i am a sad and depressed person..( u guys know that)
    its just that this is my genre..

    but i will try and write somthing new as well...
    and i am not some dev dasini...

  6. Fantastic..:-)..You said you're not a depressed person..This is your genre..Not feeling something and still carrying it off so well is something which is completely genius..Hats off to you..:-)

  7. @ Amar...who said Not feeling a thing..?
    This is defnitly from the "feeling"..i cant carry off a poem without an inspiration..and this was way long ago..and this was just some past renderings..

  8. Oh..I'm so extremely sorry..That was really dumb of me..

  9. oh how life ,could open up to give fresh start ,to love ,share our lives as we both know and believed it should been ,I been trying get back to you ,

    the days turned to months
    now my heart weeps ,as I can't feel you ,near as always held .

    I am scared

    I never wanted ,you out my life ,Listen to many things ,you speak of me .

    maybe I've loss

    A Truth that beats with my own Heart ,will be

    Two Fools that kept pushing each other away
    Two fools ,that wouldn't pick up a phone ,or talk

    two fools ,with a smile
    Let go

    rest our lives
    those two fools
    will always feel those beats of
    "our hearts "

    wiping away my Tears ,Screaming with my complete Soul to be Heard
    I Love You

    My Dreams ,you will always be ,maybe in life ,couldn't be together ,as I would gave

    was no one that was there to Listen

    Was always there ,to fix me

    Was none that accepted ,after hearing truth

    there was many that was there to Judge

    As ,it must of seemed ,my heart ,felt nothing

    as must seemed things I done ,was heartless

    dreams ,you shall be ,with me that ,holds no judging ,only accepting ,with love ,we always knew

    Pray ,
    You hear my Heart
    Hear my Prayer
    washed with tears
    take me with you


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